He awakes lying on his back on the altar of a church.
He feels…stiff, dry, worn out, and incredibly confused. His confusion only increases when he looks to the right of him and sees another man lying on the altar beside him.
But…it isn't just any man – it is himself. But the other him…the other him looks, well, dead. And how is that even possible? His hand stretches out, fingertips skimming across the high cheekbones of his – but not his – face. The skin is waxy and cold. He is dead, and has been for a while, although the corpse must have been preserved in some way.
So then…is he a ghost? How would that work, exactly? He feels so real, more real, even, than the dead him, who is as still and artificial looking as a mannequin, scarlet hair falling over closed eyes. His own eyes flick down to the corpse's neck, where a ragged wound is, black around the edges as though burnt. Caused by…a raygun. He remembers now, with a strange sort of s
20 Seconds.20 Seconds.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Frank Iero and Gerard Way lay sprawled out on their backs in the trunk of Gerard's truck, staring up at the pollution fogged night sky.
"Jesus, Manhattan fucking wrecks the sky, huh," Frank said absently, hands behind his head.
Gerard glanced over at him, then nodded. "Yeah. But it's kinda nice, in a way."
Frank spectacularly eyerolled his gaze to Gerard's face. "The pollution is nice? How so?"
"Well, you know. It's...familiar. I mean, it would be great and all if the world was clean and healthy and New York didn't spew its shit into the sky all the time, but as it is, it's okay. It's what I've always known, I guess." He didn't meet Frank's gaze, just chewed his lip and swallowed nervously.
"Well, sure," Frank said quietly after a pause, "but didn't you ever like...want something different from usual? Out of the ordinary?"
Gerard was silent, then, "Not really. I like being normal."
Frank stared at him. "Says the boy who draws hordes of zombie unicorns disemboweling his enemies,
Stalker: Frerard: One Shot'Click.'Stalker: Frerard: One Shot3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Frank's head rose slowly and gazed out the window. In my direction.
I gasped and ducked behind the bushes I was hiding in. For a few seconds, I gripped the camera tightly, watching the picture slide smoothly out of the old fashioned machine and breathing hard.
Frank's bent head appeared on the image and I sucked in a breath. His perfect, perfect hair was falling into his face and his hand was halfway to brushing it aside. I clutched the photograph to my chest and groaned silently. Ooh, I wanted him SO bad!
Peeking over the top of the bushes, I saw that Frank had gone back to scribbling in his notebook. I was pretty sure it was the black one with the red and gold leaf-patterns along the edges. The one he always carried by hand. Oh what I wouldn't give to get a peek at what was so precious to him.
I raised the camera slowly once more, desperate to get Frank's face in such a perfect position; slightly bent and in perfect profile so that the curves of his nose and lips were perfec
We Are Incredible.We Are Incredible.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Gerard Way was a student at The Umbrella Academy.
The Umbrella Academy was, as the title suggested, a school. But it wasn't just any school. It was a school for the truly gifted – a school for those with, well, superpowers.
So then, you might ask, did Gerard Way have superpowers?
Yes. Well, one superpower. The thing was, though, it was only a Class 1 power, common and laughable. He could become invisible with a thought, but the problem was that anything on his body, including his clothes, would remain visible. And since he didn't fancy walking around naked, it was practically useless unless he just wanted to use it for shits and giggles.
It wasn't that Gerard was ungrateful, though. He was a huge comic book nerd, and to be in a school of supers, even if he was kind of the loser among them, was more than he could've ever asked for. Sometimes, when he was alone in his dorm, he would walk around invisible just to remind himself that yes, he was special, even if he was only a Class
Bad to the BoneBad to the Bone3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Gerard Way has what people would call an 'imaginary friend.'
Except he's not imaginary.
Gerard is very sure of this- after all, why would he be anything but real?
His name is Frank, and he's Gerard's only friend in the world.
Besides his little brother, Mikey, who doesn't really count.
The first time he saw Frank was when he was four years old, playing beside the pond in the Way's backyard. He'd been digging around in the mud on the banks, and dipping his stubby little fingers into the algae covered water, squealing at the tiny bugs that scattered away from him, when he'd heard a voice that he didn't recognize.
He looked up, eyes round and curious.
"Hey, kid," said the voice, and then there was a boy sitting across the pond, on the big rock there. Gerard tilted his head. The boy was much older than him, about the age of Brendon, Mrs. Urie's son, who went to the big school for big kids- high school. He had dark hair which curled around his ears and neck, narrowed green eyes, and pi
Personal Stalker -frerard-"Hey Gee, need any help?"Personal Stalker -frerard-4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Gerard Way slammed his locked shut, turning to face his short stalker. Frank stood there, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes and a massive grin on his face. His school bag looked about ready to burst, but he still followed Gerard around every day, asking if he could carry something, or fetch something, or do his homework for him, or just breathe in his air. The older boy was getting tired of turning the first year down, especially when he tried to hide his little forlorn face when he wasn't able to do Gerard any favours.
"Look, Frankie, I'm fine. I don't need you to do anything for me right now, ok?" Gerard sighed, trying to walk away from the midget in front of him. Frank stepped in front of him, preventing him from going to the cafeteria and getting the cup of hot chocolate he'd been longing for. "What now?"
"It's just, you... you look like you need someone." Frank said, biting his lip gently. Gerard rolled his eyes, pushing past Frank in the least cruel
Fruitcake.Fruitcake.4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"On the first day of Christmas, I got a Gerarrrrd," trilled Frank, wrapping his hands around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder. I rolled my eyes and sipped my delicious coffee, letting the life-giving liquid slip down my throat and relishing its warmth.
"On the second day of Christmas, Santa Claus gave to me, two pretty kitties, and one beaut-i-fuul Gerard!" As if sensing that he was singing about them, our two cats, Pumpkin and Boo, began to twine around my legs, purring at the volume of a helicopter.
I snorted and turned my head a little so I was facing him. "That's not how the song goes, you know," I informed him.
He smiled and replied, unperturbed, "On the third day of Christmas, Santa Claus gave to me, three tasty fruitcakes, two pretty kitties, and one beaut-i-fuul Gerard!"
I wrinkled my nose. "Fruitcakes? What the fuck? Since when have those been tasty?" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Boo wrinkle her little pink nose, too. Not surprising. Nobody likes fruitcakes.
Awkward Flirting: Frerard: OneshotThe way he tosses back his head in laughter, as if whatever that girl is telling him is the funniest joke on earth… Why can't I be that girl?Awkward Flirting: Frerard: Oneshot3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Iero, you do realize that you are currently dribbling all over your jeans right?"
"Huh, what, I…oh…" I quickly wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and shifted my gaze from Gerard Sexiest-Guy-on-Earth Way back to Ray and Mikey.
"Dude, you look like you pissed your pants!" Mikey snickered.
I flipped him off and wiped napkins across my lap. Ugh. Gerard Hot-as-Hell Way always had that effect on me… I usually limited my staring to when I was alone but today, I just couldn't resist. His jeans were sagging like halfway down his butt for God's sake, and the sleeveless grey shirt he was wearing was showing way too much skin! So I was trying to get a sneak a stare while eating lunch with my supposed "best friends."
But I guess I hadn't been very subtle. Ray's eyes were going back and forth between me and Gerard Impossibly-Perfect Way's table a
Hair Dye: Frerard: Oneshot"Trust me, this is gonna be hilarious!" Mikey assured me, stifling his giggles as he pulled me into a crouching position behind a cupboard.Hair Dye: Frerard: Oneshot3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Besides for the two of us and Mikey's older brother Gerard, the Way house was empty. Mikey's parents had gone out for the night and Gerard was supposed to be "taking care" of the two of us. Fat chance with Mikey Way around.
Gerard was a little weird, no doubt about that. He never really spoke more than a few short words at a time and often in the middle of those rare words, he would just stop and stare off into space. Plus, every time I visited the Way house, he was always cooped up in his room. I had no idea what he did in there and whenever I asked Mikey, he just shrugged. I had never actually dared knock on Gerard's door to find out myself but I was willing to bet it was something all creative and artsy. At school, Gerard was always winning competitions. Whether it was for painting or for poetry, Gerard Way's name would be at the top of the list
That Boy is Mine: Frerard: OneshotFrank's POV:That Boy is Mine: Frerard: Oneshot3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The first thing I noticed when the Way family walked in through our door was that one of the brothers was incredibly cute. He was exactly the kind of boy I dreamed about; dark haired, not too tall, dressed in tight, black jeans and with eyeliner applied thickly and masterfully. Unfortunately, in my experience, all dream boys are either taken, straight or don't exist. And also unfortunately, this boy looked like the kind who was taken or at least wanted by many…
"Donna, Donald, how good to see you!" my mother gushed, stepping forwards and embracing both Mr and Mrs Way.
She turned to the two boys. "And these must be the famous Way brother's I've heard so much about!"
Dream boy smiled and held out a hand for my mother to take.
"I wouldn't say famous so much as infamous," he laughed modestly, "But yes that would be us. I'm Gerard and this is Mikey."
I'll be honest, I laughed louder and longer than any of the adults just so Gerard would look at me, even if it was only to
Frerard: Care to Dance?I stared blankly at Gerard's beautiful, raven-black hair. Could it possibly be as silky and soft as it looked? And what about the scent? I had always wanted to know how Gerard Way smelled but I could never get close enough. But maybe someday…?Frerard: Care to Dance?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All I knew right then was that, sitting cross-legged on the floor with one elbow on his bare knee and his palm cradling his chin, Gerard was the most gorgeous person in the gym. As he shifted his legs to get into a more comfortable position (his hazel eyes not leaving Mrs. Brite's face), I caught a flash of his boxers peeking out from under his shorts and I sighed dreamily. God, could he GET any sexier?
Unfortunately, about half the girls in the class thought the same and were staring shamelessly at his pale, bare legs…
"Frank, would you like to demonstrate?"
My head snapped upwards quickly, not only to meet Mrs. Brite's angry gaze but also to hide the fact that I had been gawking at Gerard's body.
"I… excuse me?" I squeaked as the people behind
Hello, Beautiful.Hello, Beautiful.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Gerard really didn’t mean to walk straight into the gay bar.
Really. It was an accident! He could without a doubt attest to that – the place was marked only by a small, dimly glowing Pepsi sign, and he’d been to all the other bars in the area, so he’d just wondered…
But as they say, curiosity killed the cat. And so it was that Gerard slipped into the unmarked, unassuming, somewhat shabby building, and all at once found himself in the middle of what was very obviously a gay bar.
It was kind of like in the movies when everything just goes silent and everyone looks up at you. Gerard had barely made it three feet into the room when all the heads turned, and he found himself faced with dozens of pairs of male eyes, narrowed and looking him up and down.
Gerard made a small gulping noise, because this wasn’t just any gay bar – it was a scary gay bar. Practically everybody was dressed head to toe in leather, with piercings, tattoos, and dyed or impres
A Bullet Through a Flock of Doves: 4A Bullet Through a Flock of Doves: 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
We got innocence for days!
Gerard heard Frank jerking off that night.
It maybe made him smile, just a little.
The kid was so naive, really, it was awful. He was certainly very pretty, and good with his mouth, too, but he was too demanding for his own good, and the few times where he'd tried to get the upper hand...oh, Gerard would have to change that. All in good time, though- despite what Frank thought, he had all the time in the world.
There was a storm that night, he could hear it from the rain on the roof, sounding distant and hollow, and he could feel it from the dampness in the air, the smell of lightning and the rumbles of thunder.
He wondered if there were others like him here. He knew that others had died in the past, others who fell to similar fates as he. But the police had been silly enough to actually imprison him. They could have shot him, placed a grenade in the mouth of the church, almost as though he had been a victim of an unfortunate accident (ha, like he
All The Right Words: 2All The Right Words: 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Where are we going?"
"The, um, the Starbucks on the corner."
"Gee, it's like…eight in the morning. I could've made you coffee at home!"
"I need to talk to Mikey and Ray."
"Right now? C'mon, can't it wait? You made me disrobe and now you're not going to do anything about it?" Frank was actually pouting now, his arms crossed as he glowered at me from under the dark fringe of his hair.
"I wasn't…shut up, just…" I slammed on the brakes in the car as a red light appeared out of nowhere. My heart was pounding, and not from the near-accident I'd just had. I'd texted Mikey and Ray after running upstairs and muttering excuses about having to take a shower (which was true, but that doesn't mean I actually did). The simple message read:
starbucks on main. now
I figured I'd gotten my point across.
Ignoring Frank's whining and suggestive suggestions, I pulled into the tiny parking lot and all but shoved him out of the car. He was being quieter now, and looking at me in a way which co
Music and Romance ::Frerard::And, why do you think youd be a good asset to this daycare, Frank?Music and Romance ::Frerard::8 years ago in Teen More Like This
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. This question always made me feel like I was on the spotlight, like at any second I was supposed to blurt out some sort of secret. Well, I mused, pretending to seriously consider it. Im good with people, especially children. I dont know why.
She smiled and patted my arm in what was obviously a maternally way. Take it to her to act like the mother, what with her super clear skin and huge boobs. Yep, Im sure many of the fathers drooled over her in their sleep. People never know why theyre good with children. Its a God given gift. Anything else?
Without even really thinking about it, I blurted out, I wont look at the moms when they drop their kids off. Oh, damn. There went another job. I lowered my eyes to my lap, feeling my face and my back suddenly grow very hot. Take it to me to be M
Gym ClassGym Class4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Frank Iero screamed as the red ball flew towards him, he heard the mocking voices of the other gym students, the snickers; these were the noises he'd been followed by his entire life. As soon as the foam ball hit his chest, he knew something was wrong. The ball was stuffed with rocks. Some jerk had poked a hole in the dodge ball, and took out the original soft insides, replacing them with heavy pebbles.
The breath was knocked right out of him and he was knocked to the ground where he lay gasping, the ball a deadweight on his chest, pinning him down, completely at the mercy of the other teens in the gym. Frank squirmed, but found that he still couldn't get up, and he felt tears running down his cheeks as the face of the coach loomed next to his and the teacher growled, "Get up, fag."
He whimpered and tried to get to his feet again, failing miserably.
"Fine then, Iero, guess I'll just go and get coffee now, hmm?" The coach sneered and walke
Bones: TwelveBones: Twelve3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Frank groaned and slumped into one of the waiting room's hard, plastic chairs. He'd been at the hospital for little over half an hour, and had spent his time pacing and pestering passing doctors and nurses for updates. Just as he was about to get up and walk another lap of the room, there was a loud crash in the hallway followed by Donna Way's frantic voice. Frank rushed out of the waiting area, narrowly avoiding an old lady with a Zimmer frame, and towards the reception desk.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Donna shouted at the shocked receptionist, flailing her arms around wildly.
"Donna," her husband warned, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. "Calm down. We'll found out what's wrong with Gerard when they know but until then, we'll have to wait."
Donna looked liken she was going to argue, but her eyes fell on Frank who was standing awkwardly a few meters behind them.
"Frankie, dear!" she cried, running forward and enveloping him in a hug. He tentatively hugged her back an
Winter Mornings: One ShotThe snow fell slowly and silently as I lay awake in my bed on the cold December early morning. It's about three in the morning. The sun is still below the horizon out of sight. I see small dots of snow falling slowly to the already snow covered ground outside. Although the sun is still nowhere to be seen, outside my house is a purplish shade of early morning before the sun shows itself. It's a perfect morning.Winter Mornings: One Shot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sit up in my bed and rub the tired from my half awake eyes. I hear the sound of tapping against my window, turning to see Gerard smiling brightly. I smile and quickly stand from my bed, throwing on a random pair of shoes and wrapping my winter coat around my pajama clothed body. I open my bedroom door silently, making extra sure not to wake my parents and then get questioned where I am going at such an early hour.
Opening the door of my bedroom and shutting it was the easy part. Now I have to walk across the squeaky floor boards in the blackness of the morning without awaking m
Bones: ElevenBones: Eleven3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Gerard sped walked home the next day. He was anxious of the conversation he knew was going to happen. Part of him wanted Frank to tell him that he lied to him, and that he was just an easy fuck, but the majority of him wanted it to mean something more. Over the course of the week, he'd come to terms with the feelings he had for Frank. He knew it was likely that nothing more than what had already happened could go on between the pair, because Gerard knew that Bert would sooner see him die than leave him for someone else.
Upon entering the house, Gerard shocked his brother, who was spread out across the sofa with his worn out superman blanket draped over him, with a genuine smile before running down the stairs to the basement. He discarded his backpack in the corner and made a beeline for his wardrobe. It wasn't necessary for him to change his clothes, but he felt like he had to make an effort for Frank. He pulled out his favourite pair of leather pants and his Madonna shirt from where t
Photobooks .:Frerard:Oneshot:."Frank? Where are you, honey?" Gerard's honey-sweet voice echoed through the mid-sized home he shared with his husband. A husband he was have a difficult time tracking down at that moment. "Frank, seriously! Where did you go?" Gerard called, feeling stumped as to where to look.Photobooks .:Frerard:Oneshot:.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, an idea struck him and he quickly walked to their pull-down staircase. He tugged on the cord and swiftly climbed the stairway into the messy room. A small smile hit his lips when he saw where his husband was.
Frank sat with a photo album in his inked fingers, blissfully passing through memories as each picture brought them back. A serene smile played on Frank's lips as he giggled softly at a picture of Gerard when he played Peter Pan as a kid. And then the first tattoo he ever got. Then Gerard giving him a piggy-back ride home when he broke his ankle at the local park when they were teenagers. So many pictures filled that simple book and it filled Frank with a warm, familiar feeling, just like when he
All The Right Words: 1All The Right Words: 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
"So, have you thought any more about the band?"
I raised my eyebrows and glanced over at Ray from where I sat in the passenger seat of his car. He was watching me, half worried and half irritated. I didn't blame him. I was being pretty irritating and worrisome these days – I knew both he and Mikey thought it. I wasn't oblivious to the things that went on behind my back. They were worried about my 'delicate mental state' or something of that nature. Ever since I'd stopped writing…no, Gerard. Don't think about that, you'll only make it worse.
Ray didn't give up. He was one stubborn bastard, but then again, wasn't that partly how he put up with me? I'd found that the only people I could surround myself with were the stubborn ones. Hm.
"But it makes you better, Gerard! The music, it's like…it's like how writing was for you!"
I stiffened, eyes narrowing. Too stubborn, Ray. You went too far. "And you don't see me doing a lot of that lately, do you?"
"And why don't you?" he asked softly